Chapter 118 I Don’t Want to See
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"Ah Shu, look."
After returning to their bedroom, Xiao Yan took the finished paintings to Meng Mingshu one by one.
Meng Mingshu sat on Xiao Yan's lap, held in his arms, but still sobbed and turned her head away.
"I don't want to see it."
Xiao Yan had no choice but to put the painting down and kissed the top of Meng Mingshu's head:
"Still angry?"
He stroked Meng Mingshu's belly with his big hand:
"It's just a few drawings. I didn't really do anything for Ah Shu. Why are you crying now?"
"She cries more than Tuan'er."
Seeing Xiao Yan turning the tables, Meng Mingshu felt so angry that her stomach ached slightly.
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Yan became nervous.
Meng Mingshu's face turned pale, she held her belly and shook her head:
"The kid kicked me."
Xiao Yan quickly placed Meng Mingshu on the bed, resting his head against her bulging belly, and warned the child inside her:
"If you kick your mother again, I will teach you a lesson when you get out."
Meng Mingshu covered her mouth and laughed. She patted Xiao Yan's head:
"What are you talking about?"
"This is our child. It hasn't even been born yet, and you're already thinking of doing this to it."
Xiao Yan's eyes were deep. This was Meng Mingshu and his child who was in his twenties.
He was not involved.
Although, from a bloodline perspective, this child is indeed his.
But for the seventeen-year-old Xiao Yan, who was the most calculative, there was still some difference.
"I was wrong."
Xiao Yan apologized without any sincerity, and he slowed down his tone:
"Grow up well and stop bothering your mother."
"That's more like it."
Meng Mingshu snorted softly.
Xiao Yan also climbed onto the bed from the edge and hugged Meng Mingshu in his arms.
"Ashu doesn't want to see these paintings, but they must not be destroyed. They are my hard work, so I must keep them well."
Xiao Yan's tone was extremely serious.
Meng Mingshu lowered her delicate neck and nestled in Xiao Yan's arms:
"What if outsiders see it?"
If others saw it, she would be too ashamed to live.
In the dark room, Xiao Yan not only forced her to wear those gauze skirts, but also tore each one apart.
Those clothes became shawls, barely hanging around her waist.
Meng Mingshu's cheeks were burning hot. When she thought about what happened today, she couldn't help but cover her face. She buried herself in Xiao Yan's arms, wishing she could be an ostrich.
How come she ended up listening to Xiao Yan in everything?
He said that it looked good to sit in a certain way, and she really did what he wanted.
There were even some of her kneeling on the ground.
Thinking of this, Meng Mingshu's eyes misted up again, and she emphasized with red eyes: "These paintings must be hidden well."
It's so embarrassing.
Xiao Yan chuckled, and gathered the messy black hair on Meng Mingshu's shoulders in his palm, and casually tied it into a low bun.
"Okay, I'll listen to Ah Shu."
Xiao Yan's eyes were filled with pity and infatuation, and his big hands caressed her little face wantonly:
"Where should I put it?"
"Xuanzheng Hall?"
Meng Mingshu quickly shook her head: "No, no."
"Then put it in our bedroom?"
Meng Mingshu still bit her lip tightly and shook her head:
"That won't work. Tuan'er will come to our bedroom too. She's getting older and will start rummaging around. If she sees me, I won't be able to live anymore."
Xiao Yan wiped away the tears from Meng Mingshu's snow-white cheeks with his big hands:
"Then Ah Shu, think for yourself, where should this painting be placed?"
Meng Mingshu had a bitter face. She couldn't think of a safer place, so she could only pray again:
"Husband, is it really impossible to destroy it?"
She held Xiao Yan's hand tightly, interlocking their fingers and lowering her upper body.
It's a flattering gesture.
"I'm always by my husband's side, so there's no point in keeping those paintings, is there?"
"Husband, please."
Meng Mingshu's voice became softer and softer, Xiao Yan's Adam's apple rolled, and his sanity was once again in danger.
However, considering Meng Mingshu's pregnancy and what he had done today, Xiao Yan could only suppress it, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly.
Although I didn’t reach the last step today, I still bullied those who should be bullied.
Even more cruel than before.
He even drew them all.
If Meng Mingshu is bullied again, no matter how good her temper is, she will probably be really angry.
After Xiao Yan persuaded himself in this way, his breathing finally calmed down.
"no."
"Those are the hard work of my husband for several hours, how could Ah Shu have the heart to destroy them."
Of course it doesn’t take that long to paint, but the effort before painting is also effort.
Meng Mingshu lowered her head and whispered, "I can't bear it."
Xiao Yan pinched Meng Mingshu's chin and gently kissed her delicate lips:
"But my husband couldn't bear it."
"Ashu in the painting is so beautiful. If it were to be destroyed, it would be a regret in my life."
"What's more..."
Xiao Yan paused and remained silent for a long time.
Meng Mingshu didn't hear the rest of the words, so she had to ask herself:
"What's more?"
Xiao Yan held her face with his big hands, his black eyes staring at her, as if he wanted to remember her forever.
Meng Mingshu has very long eyelashes, and her peach blossom eyes are naturally misty and watery, seeming to be alluring and naturally charming.
The slender and straight nose bridge is also very beautiful, the skin is as warm and white as mutton-fat jade, and there is no flaw from neck to toes, with ice-like skin and snow-white bones.
They also fit in everywhere.
The seventeen-year-old Xiao Yan was extremely jealous of the twenty-four-year-old him.
This man has everything he never had.
Wife and children.
"Besides, there's no telling when my memory will return."
Meng Mingshu was puzzled, and looked at Xiao Yan with her moist almond eyes:
“Isn’t this a good thing?”
"But, by then, I won't be myself anymore, at least not the seventeen-year-old me."
Meng Mingshu somewhat understood what Xiao Yan meant, but this was also what she could never understand.
Seventeen-year-old Xiao Yan always seemed to separate himself from himself a few years later.
"In my heart, you two are the same person."
Xiao Yan just lowered his head and kissed her gently:
"In my mind, I am me and he is him."
"I was on him as soon as I opened my eyes at seventeen, but you all said I had amnesia."
Meng Mingshu bit her lip: "But, it doesn't seem to make any difference."
If Xiao Yan forgets the memories of these years, won’t he become the seventeen-year-old him?
Xiao Yan stopped arguing and just stated his request:
"Ah Shu, if one day I regain my memory and become my 24-year-old self again, I hope that when you see these paintings, you will remember the 17-year-old me."
"Remember, these are all given to you by me."
Xiao Yan wanted to leave a trace of his existence.
These paintings are one of them.
Seeing Xiao Yan's seriousness, Meng Mingshu nodded:
"Okay, then stay."
Only after she finished speaking did Meng Mingshu come back to her senses.
How come she was so quickly dissuaded by Xiao Yan's few words?
Wasn’t her request just now to destroy these paintings?
Meng Mingshu sighed inwardly.
That's all.
"Then where should I put this painting?"
The problem is back to the beginning.
Xiao Yan lowered his head and smiled as he touched Meng Mingshu's head:
"Someone in Xuanzheng Hall doesn't allow it, and we can't put it in our bedroom either. So Ah Shu, where else can we put it?"
A place popped up in Meng Mingshu's mind.
The dark room where Xiao Yan did whatever he wanted.
But if the painting was placed there, Xiao Yan would definitely let her put it there herself.
This means that she has to go to that place again.
Today I finally reached an agreement with Xiao Yan that I won’t go before the baby is born.
"Why isn't Ah Shu talking?"
Meng Mingshu looked at him accusingly with tears in her eyes:
"What do you want me to say?"
"You want me to beg you to put the painting in the darkroom and beg you to take me there?"
"And then you bullied me?"
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